shooting whiskey and shoothing stars(big bang theory)

[myjokesmakeucry]

she's so sick of this scene she says
same bar different night
there's not enough whiskey in the world
to make me feel alright
well its friday and i just got paid
shes glossy eyed
and i'm hoping to get laid

so i'll make her feel alright

lets toast to shooting whiskey and shootings stars
chasing drinks with chasing you
and waiting for this universe to be born
waiting for a big bang
waiting for you to feel alright

alright?

she said you boys are all the same
black jeans, beards and beer bellyies aren't my thing
well babe i don't have a beard
you're pretty and probably out of my league
but i'm just high enough to get a nose bleed
as a familiar song plays on the jukebox
she says its funny how the right 3 chords make your heart sting
I say its funny how a fist pumping chorus makes you want to sing

girl lets get another shot
lets put our hearts at stake
lets make some questionable mistakes

lets toast to shooting whiskey and shootings stars
chasing drinks with chasing you
and waiting for this universe to be born
waiting for a big bang
waiting to take you home

last call
and we stumble out of the bar
sour kisses on central ave
you say this reminds me of the song you played on the jukebox
"take me home tonight"
so i say "be my little baby"

the shots been taken
i'm pretty sure i've scored
hope when you wake in the morning
i'm not already gone
you're pretty and far too out of my league

heres to nights like these
and no hangover hopes
to burning hearts on top of burning stomachs,
faking romance
grass stains, torn jeans and bruises,
long, hard, wet kisses
that last for 3 days

heres to shooting whiskey and shootings stars
chasing drinks with chasing you
and waiting for this universe to be born
waiting for a big bang
waiting for a big bang